The Crazy Things We Do For Family

She was let into the house by a Mrs Victoria Chambers, Karen's attractive, long black haired, twenty-nine year old sister-in-law, whom she greeted with a warm hug. "How's he doing?" asked Karen, rubbing Victoria's upper arms, after they broke their embrace.

She let out a woeful sigh in response. "Today... not so good, I'm afraid," Victoria replied dejectedly. "But I know that seeing you will cheer him right up. And perhaps breathe some life into him. How have you been doing?"

After entering the kitchen and then the living room of the modest home, they continued to chat for a little while longer, as they sipped on their respective cups of tea and enjoyed a couple of homemade muffins. Karen also gave her the Harry Potter book she purchased from the book store earlier on, to give to Karina.

Karina was Karen's ten year old niece, who was still at an after school swimming lesson. And, if you couldn't pick it up, who was also named after Karen. Once their pleasant chat came to an end, Victoria led her sister-in-law to the room her frail husband was in, and notified him about his visitor too. However, she didn't enter the room with Karen, because she wanted to give the two some alone time.

Ever since the abrupt and accidental death of Karen and Carl's parents, which took place when she was thirteen and when he was four, Karen pretty much turned into Carl's mother, despite the presence of their now deceased grandparents. Victoria knew about that story, and also knew how close her husband and sister-in-law were, which is another small reason for why she didn't want to impose on this particular family moment.

Karen took her first couple of steps into the slightly dark bedroom, which was illuminated by a nightlight and by the sunlight beaming through a thick and closed curtain. In addition, she could now see Carl, who was settled under a blanket. Once he rolled over and adjusted himself a bit for comfort, he spoke. "Hey, Ka-ka," he greeted his big sister.

In return, she moved in and sat in the black plastic chair that was placed alongside his bed. For clarification, when Carl was a young boy, he couldn't pronounce the word/name, Karen, so he simply called her 'Ka-ka'. It was a much easier method for him to refer to his sister as, because it sort of sounded like "Mama" and "Dada," the popular names that many kids call their parents by, which he used as well.

"How's my favourite sister in the world doing?" asked a pale Carl, in a raspy voice tone, but, also with a smile on his face.

"I'm your only sister in the world, silly," she replied, smiling back. "And I should be asking the question; 'how are you doing'?"

"Well... I've seen better days, I guess," he shrugged. "Uhngg," he grunted, as he suddenly clutched his chest.

"I really hate seeing you like this," she said despondently, while placing her right hand on his left one.

"Hey, don't worry about me. I'm only resting for now," he replied, and then let out another but fainter grunt. "I'll be just fine."

"But the doctors said..."

"Doctors, shmocktors," her blonde haired brother cut her off. "What do those god complex carrying characters know anyway?"

Karen couldn't help but smile after hearing that ignorant question, as she remembered how optimistic her younger brother has always been.

"Is that for me?" he asked, looking at the colourful little bag placed upon her lap.

"Yeah," she placed her hand inside it. "I bought you a novel," his sister added, as she pulled it out.

"Karen... you're the bookworm between us. Why would you buy me a novel?"

"What a grateful person you can be sometimes," she said, in a good-natured fashion. "No. I bought it so I could read it to you, like I used to do when you were still a kid."

"Except... I'm not a kid anymore. I'm I?"

"No," she shook her head. "But, you are still my little brother. Are you not?" she replied and then opened the book.

Later that night, right after dinner, Dylan stood up from his seat and started clearing the dining room table. While he was doing so, Karen lifted her glass of wine and took a gulp from it, in hopes that a smidge of alcohol would help make what she wanted to say a little bit easier. After placing her glass back on the table, she took a moment look at her brown haired son, and let out a sigh as he headed for the kitchen with his first batch of used dishes.

On his return, she put a serious face on, both of her elbows on the table, and balanced her chin on the knuckles of her closed hands. "Dylan," she said, as he reached for her plate of leftovers. "I need to speak to you about something. So stop what you're doing for a moment and take a seat."

"Okay," he replied, and complied with his mother's request by sitting down in the chair next to hers. "What's up?" he asked, and was intrigued to hear what she had to say.

"Well..." she said nervously, removing her arms from the table. "There's no easy way to say this," she cleared her throat. "But... umm, I've known for a while now... about... a certain desire that you have."

"Okay," he stretched the word, and raised his chin as his face coiled.

"And umm..." she continued awkwardly. "I've decided to... help you... live out that... fantasy."

"Okay Mom, I'm sorry but... honestly, I really don't know what you're talking about," he replied as he shook his head.

"I'm just trying to ease into it... that's all. But, you're right. Let me stop beating around the bush. Here it is," she took a deep breath.

"Cool," he nodded.

"I've known for a while now..." she continued and then paused again to gather herself. Clearly what she wanted to say was pretty heavy. After exhaling loudly, she gave it another try. "I've known for a while now, that you... want to... ejaculate on my face," Karen finally managed to convey.

And as a result, her son's facial expression turned into a startled one.

"And there's no use in trying to deny it," she quickly added, raising her hand as he was about to say something in reply. "I've heard you say it with my own ears."

Hearing that, he dropped his head and put to bed any protest he had in mind as he waited for his mother to finish speaking.

"At first," she proceeded. "I must admit, I was quite surprised to know that you... of all people... would want to do something like that to me. But I've had a really long time to think it over now. And like I said earlier, I've decided to help you live out that... umm... fantasy."

She could see how mortified her son was, so she decided to stop talking for a moment, in order to give him time to take in the bombshell she had just drop on him. And about ten seconds later, he finally responded. "I... really... don't... know what to say Mom," he replied, in complete disillusionment, as he stared at the dining room table while slowly shaking his head in shame.

"That's understandable," she said, and was trying to be the composed person in this awkward conversation. But in reality, the topic was far from easy for her as well. "Sweetie, look. I'm not saying this because I'm angry with you, or because I want to embarrass you, or for any other spiteful reason like that. I merely bring this up because I love you with all my heart. And I would like to take this opportunity to show you that I would do absolutely anything to make you happy."

After a few moments of chewing over what she had just disclosed, he lifted his head and spoke. "What do you mean by... you want to 'make me happy'?" he asked in a cautious approach.

"That's just it," his mother replied. "I'm willing to allow you to... ejaculate on my face."

Now even though that was the third time she said it, Dylan, right then, became as confused as he had ever been. But that's mainly because he was way too mortified to process any of the other sentences she conveyed, after she said: "You want to ejaculate on my face."

But after hearing her last sentence, he looked at her with an expression that would indicate that someone had kidnapped his mom and replaced her with some sort of weird clone. "Why... are you saying this, Mom?" he asked, with concern in his tone.

"Because, sweetie..." she placed her hand on his. "I wanna make you happy," Karen reiterated, and felt her eyes start to well up. "Just come into my room later on. At eleven o'clock to be exact. I'll perform oral-sex on you and allow you to ejaculate on my face. Alright?" she concluded with a nod, and then without receiving an answer, she quickly got to her feet and left the dining room to head for her bedroom.

Dylan remained seated for a little while, as he mulled over everything he had just heard. From what he could understand out of the bizarre conversation they engaged in, his mother had just told him that she wanted to give him a blowie at eleven. And then after that, she would allow him to cum on her face, which was utterly shocking to say the very least.

Now given that this was far outside her character, he couldn't help but to try and figure out why she would want to do such an outlandish thing with him. Karen was a decent and respectable person, who unlike him, would never in a billion years engage in incest. Or so he thought. He also knew that she must have heard him during one, if not then more, of the many audible masturbation sessions he had as he used her name.

I mean after all, he does tend to get a little carried with it, when the volume level playing through his headsets is at its highest. "That's gotta be it," he whispered.

Yes, that was the only reasonable explanation for it, because he certainly did not tell anyone, not even his closest friends, that he wants to "ejaculate" on her face. That's also the reason for why he rested his protest after she said: "I've heard you say it with my own ears."

At the end of his musing on the whole situation, he accepted the sketchy answer his mother fed him, of: "Because I wanna make you happy." In truth, that answer actually seemed plausible, because she had done that for him throughout the twenty year span of his fatherless existence. He then stood up from his seat and cleared the rest of the table.

Subsequently, he fed his two dogs, took out the trash and then entered the kitchen to wash the dishes. However, two important and unanswered questions did linger over his mind as he went about doing his chores: Would he really go through with having sex with his own mother? And even if he did, would he cum on her face? I mean let's be real, it was one thing to fantasise about it, but doing it in real life is a whole new ball game, and that fixture seemed to terrify him.

At a few minutes to eleven, Karen was standing inside her bathroom, brushing her beautiful golden-brownish hair, as she monitored her strokes by staring at her reflection in the large mirror on the wall. Once she was done, she placed her brush on the counter, and picked up her cell phone to check the time. She then untied the white bathrobe she was wearing and let it fall to the tiled bathroom floor.

That was an action that left her in nothing but a lacy, dark red bra and a skimpy thong that matched in colour and tantalizing fabric. Now half naked, she placed her hands on the countertop and leaned forward to take a good hard look at her reflection in the mirror. "I can't believe you're really about to do this you shady bitch," she gritted her teeth, as she felt absolutely furious with herself.

After that brief moment of self-criticism, she picked up her phone, switched off the light and then exited her bathroom to enter her bedroom. She walked over to her dresser, placed her I-pone down next to her open laptop, needlessly fixed her hair, and then walked over to her bed, with her cell phone in hand, to have a lie down. "Eleven o'clock. Where is he?" she anxiously thought aloud, as she checked the time on her phone again.

Fifteen long more minutes past without Dylan's arrival. At that point, Karen assumed that her son had either chickened-out, or that he had long gotten over the fantasy of wanting to have sex with her. As a result, she cursed herself out for potentially destroying her relationship with him. She also decided that she would throw on some nightwear, go to sleep, and deliver a heartfelt apology to him in the morning.

But just as she made a move to dismount her bed, she heard a knock on her door, which naturally made her stay put. She quickly placed her right leg over her left, and her torso on the foundation of her left forearm, in an attempt to pull off a sexy, model like pose, which she did indeed pull off, if I may add. "It's open," she responded calmly, but if you had x-ray vision, you would be able to perceive her briskly beating heart.

Dylan slowly pushed the bedroom door open, and consequently, stumbled onto the jaw-dropping sight of his mother's stunning half naked body, as it laid spread out across her bed. For the sole purpose of not wanting to openly gawk at her virtually nude presence, he promptly averted his eyes. "Don't be shy," she rolled onto her stomach. "Come and sit right here," Karen circled her hand next to the edge of her bed.

Mentally noting her gesture, he nervously entered her room, like a deer that could sense it was being stalked by a predator. Now as you know, in that time period before he knocked on her door, he felt very uneasy about having an actual sexual encounter with his mother, which is unsurprisingly the reason for why he arrived so late.

But wanting to have sex with his mom is a humiliating desire he received not too long after his adolescent and aggressive hormones kick in. And now he was apparently being given permission to do so. He simply could not turn that down. Therefore, that overwhelming aspiration prevailed over his reluctance. So once he reached her bed, he sat where she suggested.

"So are you ready to do this?" she asked him, raising her nicely sculpted eyebrows. To which he answered by providing her with a simple nod. In return, Karen hopped off of her bed and stood beside her dresser, where she beckoned him by slightly swaying her head to the side. Once he got that signal, he got to his feet and stood in front of her, where he took the opportunity to gaze into her gorgeous, vividly green eyes.

Gazing back into his eyes, which were brown in colour, Karen discharged a sigh and then moved her arms to place her hands behind her back. She unhooked her sexy dark red bra and let the silky piece slide down the ivory skin of her smooth arms, before it fell to the carpeted floor beneath them. That move forced him to shift his focus from her face, so as to lock it onto the breathtaking sight of her exposed melons.

Here's a description of how they looked. The rough circles of his mother's areolas were rose-pinkish in colour and were equivalent to the size of a teacup's circumference. In addition, her rose-pinkish nipples were slightly over the average in size and physically erect. But so as to avoid misleading you, their tautness did not come from arousal. They were erect merely because of the chilly temperature of the room.

What's more, her heavy set stopped their descent just after they reached the top quarter of her levelled abdominal section, which was quite impressive, given that they were moderately large in size, that they were her natural set, and that she was at the ripe old age of forty-four. Dylan felt his cock twitch a few times in his dark blue, South Park themed boxer shorts, before it grew into a firm branch, as he helplessly drooled over her glorious rack.

Under his awestricken spell, he raised his arms and placidly cupped the shapely pair in his palms, to lift, squeeze and fondle with her twins for a little while. He then slowly moved his face in and pressed it in between the soft cleft of her chest, where he slowly shifted his face from side to side, and quickly got lost in enjoying the silky soft feeling of radiant skin, that was provided by her ample tits.

"Having fun?" she asked, as she let out a nervous giggle.

Hearing that, he withdrew his face and became flushed, as he realised that he got caught up in the moment. "Sorry about that," he replied with rosy cheeks.

"It's okay," she whispered, together with a subtle nod.

He then raised his right hand, to place it under her chin, and attempted to draw her lips in closer to his. But she pulled her face away in response. "No kissing," she shook her head subtly.

Naturally, her reaction made him coil his face, as he pondered "why not?" But he didn't say that though.

"Just take off your shorts," she went on. "I'll perform oral-sex on you... and then you'll ejaculate on my face. Isn't that what you want?" Karen asked him as she raised her eyebrows. And before he could reply, she got down on her knees and positioned her face only a few inches away from his upright and concealed hard-on.

Before Dylan did anything else, he looked downwards and noticed the dejected look on the face of his mother. Her despondent facial expression made him contemplate on whether or not he should go through with this. But before he could come up with a verdict for that pending forethought, he felt the fingernails of a now impatient Karen, digging into his shorts, which she suddenly pulled down, and at the same time, freed his raging boner.

"I guess I'm really about to do this," he said in thought, his heart now pounding with excitement, as he stepped out of his South Park themed boxers.

Once he kicked away his shorts and removed the black top of the college he attended, Karen raised her chin and took a moment to look into the eyes of her handsome, twenty year old son. She knew that crossing this line would forever change the dimension of her relationship with him, and in a way she really did not take a liking to. The thought of that basically made her want to back out.

But telling herself that she had already come this far, and that this was something she needed to do, she broke eye contact with him and locked her attention onto the sight of his stretched cock. While biting her lower lip in anxiety, her next move was to slowly raise and securely wrap her right hand around the base of his member, which made it twitch in response to feeling the tender touch that was given off by her soft palm.

With her heart now lunged into her throat, she slowly moved her face forward, opening her mouth as she did, and as the pre-cum dripping tip of his manhood came into contact with the tepid and moist cushion of her tongue, she placidly clamped her mouth around his crown, which extracted a hushed moan from her son in return.

With the head of his manhood now inserted into her oral passage, she recollected on the pointers her best friend Vivian gave her, on 'how to give a great blow-job'. That recall made her want to roll her green eyes upwards, so she could make eye contact with him. But she simply could not bring herself to do so, because of the overwhelming amount of shame she felt at that moment.

But despite the sick feeling she had in the pit of her stomach, she commenced on sliding her candy pink coloured lips down his rigid shaft, making him open his mouth and close his eyes in reaction to slowly being swallowed, until she reached the half way mark of his manhood. She then slowly pulled her head back up his shaft, removed her right hand from his base, and placed it under his sack, to gently cup and massage his testicles.

Once the inner walls of her rising lips touched the crux of his crown, she made her way back down his shaft once more. "Ah... Mom," he moaned softly and placed his hand on the side of her face, to get her hair out of this magical moment's way. She gradually picked up pace as she continued to work her way up and down the cock of her son, while tenderly massaging his moderately hairy sack at the same time.

However, the longer she continued to gratify him, the more his cock twitched and the louder his moaning became, which worried Karen, because she thought that he might just erupt inside her mouth. That fret made her place her inactive left hand around the base of his shaft, as she pulled her head back and popped his manhood from her mouth.